The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-04-17

: man - NltII.
Bad boy-must apologize-where's the
/ gentlemanf- l caught these words and drew
near. not because Of them. but because l
recognized in the father of my small enemy
/ Pennington, the publisher.
Have I-haven't lat least, believe /
have seen you before. D." he said,
you have | answered, irving my
pinched and shaky best TO look him
! through and through I've called at your
office about twenty times to recover a manu-
script"
M. Pennington began to edge away. and
after putting a little distance between us he
! asked: is your address unchanged.' l
nodded sternly. He said to his daughter,
"Good-by. Pussy and then coming back
and touching my sleeve with an in
quiring foretinger he remarked examining
my face:
You look ratner-rather-pale Are you
troubled th-v;th-dyspepsia"
l returned to Mr.. Penningtons question
grnshot Of 4 mo- and then raising my
hat stifily to the young girl passed on, bit
! terry resentlug my position, yet proudly
satisfied that nobody could suspect from my
| look or demeanOr that | was suffering the
| pangs of hunger At the same time l was
rejecting. He called her Pussy Pussy!
| What an absurd little nickname
| Cold and furnished | walked the streets:
| cold and famshed towards afternoon | went
| to my fireless room and sat down to decide
what sort Of brute labor / should apply for.
Pride was fairly starved out and [ was
| ready for anything TO appeaSe that tiend of
emptiness. BY chance my eye fell upon
the table: a letter lay there ! opened it,
aud the words that set my brain whirling
were these:
There is a clerlzship now vacant in our lower
| saieSroOm. By presenting this you can secure
the place Yours, etc. LEMUEL PENHINGroS.
Judge whether l did secure it. Judge
whether l eagerly threw myself into the
work and came home every evening in a
redeemed overcoat to paid up and smiling
| landlady. Ned Russell was delighted in
sympathy but with his usual acuteness he
advised me:
Keep your eye on that Bell
But the house was 50 large, the depart
ments 50 various and the employees so nu-
merouS that six months passed and / had
| never seen Bell, except the few times when
/ ne had CHANGED tn walk through the sales
| room Always with downcast or rcstlessly
wandering eyes. and generally with bowed
head, he looked ike a creature under some
wicked spell. He had not been very long in
with the firm, and not a man downstairs
knew him
At last, after a years service with Pen
nington q Co.. came some events of the sort
that invest the most meagre history of
the most meagre life with a little glory, My
love story began in this wise:
Mr. Pennington was i'll and had to carry
some papers to his house. Wishing to make
some memoranda he called out towards the
open door leading into an adjoining room:
Pussy, bring my inkstand.
Yes, papa" was the answer Eyes,
papa, I'll bring it to you" Presently Pussy
came into the room, balancing the pen i'll
one hand and demurely looking down at the
| al Crla ct in no
other. She came very carefully. very
steadily, with a grave little mOckery of re
sponSibility lurking about her lips. | had
seen Pussy before-twice before I had re
membeTed her. aforementioned her. so to
speak, with my mind. | knew Just how
pink her chin was; just how brown in the
shadow and golden in the sunlight the pretty.
clear line of her eyebrows; Just what a
waXen little nose she had, what pearls of
teeth, and what willowy figure. But from
that minute, when she crossed the sunshiny
room. watching the treacherous burden in
her hand, then as she reached us and put it
safely down, looking up with a playful
trlumph-from that minute | remembered
Pussy with my heart. Why from that mo-
ment | can't tell. Possibly because-But
who ever found a logic for lovei While
life lasts, when | shall have grown trembl-
ing, gray old man, so | shall see her ALWAYS
so in the morning sunshine, coming toward
me slowly. then steadily, looking up with a
bright smile And after this worlds sights
and sounds are over I'll ask no fairer vision
| than the dear figure coming toward me once
again, no purer joy than such warmth, such
hope, such ecstasy as woke that day i'll my
| bOyiSh heart.
Several weeks of dreamy unrest passed by
| before ldared to think of pushing an acquaint-
ance at the publishers house. There was no
matron to encounter, to be sure, for Mr..
| Pennington was a wldower, but one among
the big army of little men down town. had
lost my sense of personal importance Yet
there was PuSsy's smile, there were
/ Pussys eyes and Pussys shining braids
of hair; so somehow one evening, armed
with a business question for the father,
boldly rang the bell and asked for Miss Pen
nington.
She came into the parlor and showed
her understanding of the situation by say
ing, with proper gravity, I'm so sorry papa
| is out"
Before went away that evening very dis
creetly, very early. if you please Pussy and
| ! We're established friends She was IS years
old: her name was Priscilla But You see. -
she explained, they began by calling me
Pussy, thinking I'd grow up to the solemn
Priscilla then | never did grow up very
much, So
80 Pussy is Pussy still, . l finished out the
phrase for her
"Ye-vas," and she laughed, hut looked
rather scared rs | pronounced her name 80
trmiharly. and yet with 50 capital an ex-
cuse To tell the truth / could feel n great
| heartbeat at my own daring.
] found out what her tastes were. what
girls were her very, very dearest friends, -
what young men were allowed TO visit the
house and that she knew Mr.. Bell in papa ;
Office
"What sort of fellow do you find him =
inquired with a depreciating sneer.
oh, very nice she anwered in that
cheerful monotone that women use when
they are particularly puzzling, very nice
! indeed
Ii anything could increase my dislike to
Bell it was that Pussy should esteem him.
And has he 80 l asked sarcastically, ANY
particular spite against the human race
that he carries the cCuntenance Of battied
demon"
oh said Pussy nnpulsively and with
anxiety do you think he looks 50 very
badly 50 very unhappy.
Then he isn't happy. eh.' And / spoke
| grimly enough. why isn't he:'
How should | know exclaimed Pussy in
a sort of fright and striving TO hide some
emotion. But the color would come surg
ing into her delicate face and words could